Pearls of An Old Voice

She cannot hear well, and passing age took a heavy toll She was older than my mother, I felt a much-needed call. She was talking in a softer tone, could not hear so many things I would never be able to let her know the joy that her voice brings. With her words I was breathing in time, sensing the pulse of mine Never was a prolific narrator, just saw the childhood colors to shine. I was holding the phone, for hearing her voice for much longer a time With her softer words, I was coming home, with all my peaceful chime. “Keep my little ones in prayers” I wanted to hug her for one last time. “Come home, when all is well,” A delicate tone touched through the line! With her pure voice, I felt the time was weaving a string,of pearls and gems Pearls of that old voice were telling me for cherishing those without a frame. 8-18-2019